strong feelings about fouls
we love that bas-ket-ball — kurtis blow/bow wow
My middle school required us to play a sport each season, so I played basketball from fifth grade through eighth grade. One year we won all but one game (it was the one where Sammi forgot to write on the bottom of her shoes, a superstition we all endorsed). I played point guard I think. I couldn’t make a foul shot for my life. One time I fouled out of a game and cried. I think the problem was I didn’t actually know what a foul was? I thought it was just being aggressive—I never knew that I was getting called for hitting more than the ball (did I ever even hit the ball? Was I trying to?). Why didn’t I know what I was doing wrong? Did I know and just forget between then and last year when I started watching the Knicks religiously? Has anything changed between 2007 when I wasn’t allowed to play in a game because I had just gotten my ears pierced and the refs said the bandages covering them weren’t safe enough? Maybe the proliferation of sports stars wearing chains and dangly earrings has helped. What ever happened to Taio Cruz? These are questions I ask myself on a monthly if not daily basis.
Some things I’ve felt strongly about lately:
To me, every post on Best Food Blog is basically a viral The Cut essay I want to talk about. (But actually, text me if you read one that moves you).
This wild story that I just need other people to have also read. The dek: “I sold my wife's clothes to build a Christmas village in my parents' basement.”
The prominence of sports stars (especially my girl Ellie the Elephant) on NYT’s most stylish people of 2024 list.
Super belated (you should still watch), but this Bad Sisters recap calling out my number one tv pet peeve:
Wearing gloves. My fingers don’t have to suffer.
HEAD SPA!!!! One of the most relaxing, satisfying experiences I’ve ever had.
Blurry bathroom mirror pics so no one catches you being self obsessed in a communal space at a restaurant (this is what I look like now).
